Chapter 813 (2/2)

Lu's mother quickly brought the boiled ginger tea to Lu Zhichen.

After two drinks, Lu Zhichen couldn't drink any more. He put the bowl on the tea table.

”Sorry, mom, I have no appetite.”

Lu Mu didn't force him to eat. When she heard him say so, she just looked at him with concern.

But how can such a thing be comforted?

The girl is gone, and Lu Zhichen can never wait for her again.

Lu Zhichen was advised by his father and mother to go back to his room. He went back obediently, but he couldn't sleep.

Mingming's spirit has been exhausted to a certain extent, but he still can't sleep.

When he tried to close his eyes, a little girl suddenly appeared in front of him.

He would suddenly open his eyes again, his forehead covered with cold sweat.

He's really scared.

Very afraid.

Holding the jade pendant and looking at the red rope in his hand, Lu Zhichen seemed to remember that a five-year-old girl tied a red rope to his hand more than ten years ago. When she said that she was her person, she looked proud and happy.

However, he has no way to recall.

Recall, only full of pain.

Lu Zhichen felt that he could not do this.

He is running away, but if he really runs away and doesn't want to recall, does that mean... He doesn't really like Xing Jiu'An so much.

Is he liking little girls?

Does he really like it?

Lu Zhichen doesn't know.

But he closed his eyes.

In front of me was the appearance of the little girl. It was snow-white. It seemed that the surrounding snow had become a color with the white quilt.

Only long black hair, still dazzling.

He watched carefully and fell into a dream. The whole person had come to the little girl. He paused for a moment. He stretched out his hand and touched the little girl's hair.

She didn't move, closed her eyes and didn't even breathe.

Lu Zhichen looked at her for a long time. Finally, he bent down slowly.

He was silent, his lips trembling, and kissed her lips.

It's freezing.

Lu Zhichen's heart seemed to be as cold as the temperature he touched.

In his dream, he kept good watch over his little girl.

Lu Zhichen didn't come out until dinner.

Lu Mu was worried and knocked at the door.

Lu Zhichen slept lightly and woke up from his dream without his little girl in front of him.

He sat up in silence, put on his shoes and went out.

The sweaters and trousers on his body are wrinkled and his hair is a little messy. If outsiders see it, they should not believe that the person in front of him is Lu Zhichen, who is vigorous and resolute in the mall.

When he was a child of others, he was always a figure that the younger generation in the circle could not catch up with. It was like a benchmark. Others were working towards him, but still left everyone far behind.

He was the only child of his parents and ranked ninth in the family. Before, someone called him Jiu Ye because of his name.

However, not many people call this name.

He always seems to be tidy, clean and well dressed. It seems that there will never be anything that can affect his great mood.

It was the first time in more than 20 years that Lu's mother had seen Lu Zhichen like this.

She was very distressed, but she didn't know how to persuade.

”Mom, I'll clean up and go.”

Lu Mu nodded.

Lu Zhichen closed the door and went to wash his face and comb his hair.

His face was also a little white, with red blood in his eyes.